Chapter 215
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"His parents used to run a tofu shop. When he was still in his mother's womb, his father died of an illness. His biological mother was grieving and became ill after giving birth. She couldn't hold on for two years and died with him. When the neighbors found him, he was almost starved to death, so he was sent here. There were so many children in the Ci You Bureau. They were either crying, fighting, playing, or trying to attract the attention of the mothers in the Ci You Bureau or asking for food. He was the only one who sat alone in the courtyard and didn't say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the grass sprouts on the ground. The moment I saw him, I knew it was him. So I walked over, took his soft little hand, and brought him home.
I changed his name to An 'er. I didn't have any other wishes. I just wanted him to grow up without illness or disaster and become a healthy ordinary person. I wanted him to do some small business or travel around. I just wanted him to be safe and happy in this life. My little An 'er was so sensible that it made my heart ache. When he saw that I was tired from work, he would stand on the stool and tiptoe to pour me tea. When my waist injury recurred on a rainy day, he would take the initiative to massage my back and waist. When he went out, he never said that he wanted to buy snacks or toys. He said that it wasn't easy for his mother to earn money, so he had to be frugal.
Although I didn't have enough money to hire the best teacher for him, I had learned some superficial knowledge in the palace. So I taught him word by word. I didn't expect my little An 'er to be so hardworking. He immediately learned a word after being taught once. He could memorize a poem after hearing it once. Sometimes I thought, could it be that God wanted me to suffer for half of my life just to wait for this little baby? It wasn't that he found a way to live for me. It was because I had him that I finally had a home.
So I poured my heart and soul into him. I taught him all the great principles that the Grand Tutors taught the princes in the palace.
I taught him to be courteous, to be a gentleman. I taught him to be diligent and to not be arrogant. I taught him to be self-reliant and to be kind to others. I spent a whole five years raising my little An 'er into a well-educated and modest gentleman. Until that day, when I came home from work and opened the door, he … was gone. "
More and more raindrops pattered on her face and body, also drenching the bag in her hand. Deep red marks fell one after another, like drops of blood that had just flowed out.
"I searched like a madman. I searched street after street, knocked on door after door. I didn't know how many days and nights I searched, but my An 'er was gone just like that. I went to the government office to report it, but they told me that with so many children missing every year, it was too difficult to find them. But how can I give up? "The Jingji government was unwilling to pay attention to me, so I went to the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court said that they were not in charge of me, so I went to the Ministry of Revenue. Later on, those officials avoided me as soon as they saw me. Some people advised me not to look for another one and to adopt another one from the Ci You Bureau. But how could they know that my little An 'er was a treasure that God had taken pity on me and bestowed upon me with great difficulty?
I looked for her for half a year. Just when I was about to lose all hope, I found her. "That day, when I was walking on the street with An 'er's portrait, I accidentally saw someone holding a piece of calligraphy. There were two auspicious words written on it. When I saw it, my heart trembled. In this world, I can't recognize anyone's calligraphy, but I can recognize this one at a glance. Because I held his soft little hand and personally taught him each stroke. I immediately asked where the calligraphy came from, but that person said that it was written by some wolf demon. With a body full of doubts and incomparable expectations, I went to look for that vaudeville troupe. But I was late, just a few hours late! When I found him, he had already been beaten to death. His little body was stuffed into a cloth bag and casually thrown on the side of the road. When I opened it … "
Mother Hui closed her eyes tightly and wailed silently, "My little An 'er, who was as obedient as a little fairy child … had already turned into a rotten mess …"
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